Augusta Davies Webster

Day Is Dead, And Let Us Sleep - Poem by Augusta Davies Webster

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DAY is dead, and let us sleep, Sleep a while or sleep for aye,'Twere the best if we unknewWhile to-morrow dawned and grew;It may bring us time to weep: We were glad to-day.Joy a little while is won,Joy is ending while begun;Then the setting of the sun.Afterwards is long to rue.